Luca

Rome is a city of many things. It had once been an empire, in fact the world's largest. With sights like the Colosseum and the Trevi Fountain, no wonder why millions of people visit the city each year.

One such traveler wandering the streets of Rome went by the name of Scotty Scorfield, a handsome fellow of eighteen years. He was not just any plain old tourist, however, he was a teen heartthrob. With bleached blonde hair and emerald eyes, the star had been destined to become the next Elvis Presley. His handsome looks attracted hoards of young teens chasing him for an autograph.

"I should be used to this by now," mumbled Scotty as he was running away from the stampede. After passing by several shops which included a cafe and a law firm, he decided to take refuge at a seafood place around the corner.

To his relief, there were only a couple people inside, most of them well past the age of his demographic. However, there was one exception.

"Oh hi, I didn't see you come in. Say, you look awfully familiar," the stranger said while walking towards the the customer, blissfully unaware of his celebrity status.

"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Alberto Scorfano," said the stranger, whose gold brown curls kept sticking up.

"Scorfano," mumbled Scotty. "That's was my last name. I go by Scotty Scorfield because my talent agency thought it sounded too foreign. They didn't even let me keep my first name!"

"Wait, what is your birth name?"

"Bruno."

Alberto gulped. That was the same name as the man who abandoned him.

"Silenzio Bruno!"

"Yeah, that's what they told me. Silence Bruno to be quote-unquote more American," complained Scotty, in a sarcastic tone.

"This might sound weird but who is your father?"

"Well, I never knew my real dad since my mom took me to live in America when I was a baby."

"Wait a minute, you must be my brother then!"

Scotty laughed.